March 2011
My self confidence sucks.
I was watching the Biggest Loser with Chris. This girl steps up and she weighs 175 pounds. He says, “wow, she looks really, really thin.”
She weighs 15 pounds more than I do and he’s never looked at me and said, “wow, you look really, really skinny.”
Now I feel fat and I’m upset about it.
blah blah blah, tl;dr.
“I couldn’t get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a...”
– Charles Bukowski (via brokenmachine)
Texting parents.
Me: It's beautiful. It's black, with purple rims, purple grips on my handlebars, a gold and silver star on the front. I can't wait to go for a ride. (my bike.)
Dad: Sounds great. I want grand kids.
Me: ?!
Dad: I have been x-raying babies all week. They're cute. I want one. It's spring time. You and Chris need to get to work.
Me: ....
Tonight's dinner will consist of:
Ham sandwiches with brie cheese, honey mustard and tomato on a fresh baguette.
A salad of romaine lettuce, tomato, avocado, and red onion.
I am so sick of eating crap.
Reblog if you'll answer anything that comes in...
singsongsjustforfun:
terror-xo:
i’ll try x
OF COURSE
Dear FedEx,
if you could deliver my bike today, i would love you forever.
please make this happen so i can ride in this beautiful chicago weather.
